HELOOOOO People of Fan FICTION! Welcome one and all to the 3rd chapter to my story. Hopefully, you've been liking it so far. :D

Sorry that the whole 'Eragon' story hasn't come into concept yet, but I promise you it will. Meanwhile stay tuned and you shall find out more about our ever, galiant main character, Alice Harper and her friends.

Who are psychopaths, well one of them is.

The other is...

Do you want to know?

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Chapter 3 Lactose Intolerant

I woke up in my big, comfy, soft, white, satin sheeted, queen sized bed. That was one of the benefits of being in an expensive, rich-ass boarding school, you got stuff. And not just any kind of stuff, only the best, yeah sure they could've gone for bunks and old, stained sheets, but of course that wouldn't go down very well with the parents of this tight-ass school.

But of course I didn't mind it, I got this all for free, so what was I complaining about? Well, first of all the incredibly loud laughter that was accompanied by extremely loud chewing that came from the other side of my room. Downside's to the dormitories; we had to share it.

I blinked, trying to get the sleep out of my eyes. I sat up in my bed and looked directly to where the noise was coming from. I could see the two Harley sisters; Emma and Melinda sitting on their beds. Emma seemed to be chewing some sort of biscuit and Melinda; well she was rocking back and forth in hysterical laughter at something, or possibly nothing.

'Shut up.' I groaned towards them, throwing a pillow in their direction.

I lay back in bed, covering the soft, silky sheet right up to my ears. I heard footsteps coming towards me, I closed my eyes tighter, and tensed, hoping she would just do the right thing and turn around, but no, not Melinda.

She grabs my feet from the other end of the bed and starts to pull.

'Wakey, wakey sunshine! The world says hello!' She says in her psychotic, hysterical voice.

Melinda was always like this, always on a high, always alive, happy and fresh. Sometimes I just wanted to throw a knife at her and say 'Hey there buddy, cut yourself for a while will you?' – Just kidding.

She was pulling one of my feet, but I was too strong (or too heavy, I like the first option better) for her. Then she started yelling.

'Emma! Emma! Come over here! Lazy little miss Alice doesn't want to get out of bed.'

'Yes, yes. Coming Melinda.' Emma says, her mouth obviously full of something.

That was the thing about Emma, she was calmer, a little saner than her sister, but I always found it weird that she was always eating something. Whether it was gum or a piece of Mentos in class, or a packet of Wheelies she'd pull out of her locker from time to time, she was always eating.

Suddenly, I felt another hand grasp around my foot, it was Emma's hand, still containing traces of biscuit crumbs.

'Ew! Emma!' I shouted from under the quilt covers. Trying to kick her off.

'Ready?' Melinda's shrill voice screamed.

'One, two...' Emma started.

'THREE!'

Together they both pulled, and with one quick sweep, I fell face down, chest down (ouch!) on the ground with the quilt still on top of me.

'Argh!' I scream in pain, trying to wriggle out of the quilt.

'Stacks!' Melinda screams again, laughing her silly little head off.

And then I feel her weight on me, she's landed, no not landed, jumped on my back, I hear a crack or two and I let out a grunt. Melinda seems to find that amusing.

'C'mon buddy, you've had your fun.' Emma says, tapping her little sister's head.

'Garrrggh!' I say, sitting slowly up, careful to not break any more bones in my body.

'Wasn't that fun?' Melinda says, bouncing up and down clapping her hands.

'I swear, if you don't get out of this room right now, I'm going to shove my foot up your ass.' I say coldly, trying to help myself up.

'Breakfast time!' Melinda says, completely ignoring my threat. She skips out of the room and down the stairs without a care in the world.

'Sorry.' Emma says, helping me up. Though I can see she's trying to hold down her laughter.

'Yeah, whatever.' I sigh, waving a hand towards her.

'I heard you got into trouble with again?' Emma asks, helping me pick up my quilt and fixing my bed for me.

'You heard right.' I say, sarcastically cheerful. I help her with my bed, patting down the creases in the pillows and fixing the corners of the mattress.

'Thanks.' I say, giving her a little smile.

'Anytime, what are dorms buddies for?' She says smiling back.

'Ha, yeah. Dorm buddies, tell your sister to sleep with one eye open from now on, okay?' I say giving her a little smile back.

She smirks, 'Haha, yeah for sure. See you later.' And with that, Emma runs out of the room after her sister.

I then walk to the bathroom, brush my teeth, wash my face and tie my long, black, wavy hair into a ponytail. I stare into the mirror for a while, I look at my white, pasty skin, the freckles on my nose, and my light-blue eyes. I've never considered myself as ugly, neither have I told myself how incredibly beautiful I am, 'cause well I'm not. In truth, I was just pretty, or average-looking for a teenage girl, well that's what I thought anyways.

I walk to my closet in only my underwear and look through the collection of clothes I have. The sad thing was, my school uniform took majority of the space in my closet. When it was school holidays, most of my friends i.e. the Harley sisters, would spend almost a day packing all their clothes for their holiday. They would be going to France or England or somewhere flash like that, and when they'd ask me where I would be going, I simply said; 'Nowhere.'

Because that was the truth, my Aunt never took me on holidays, she always went by herself. I would spent most of my time with Jake, but he never invited me over to his house, we would just hang around at school, in the forest or in my dorm, which I know, was pretty sad.

I sighed, taking out a navy blue coloured skirt, I put that on. I then put on a white collared shirt with golden buttons. Under my skirt, I wear the regular black stockings and put on my flower patterned Jade Pimsols. And then on top of my collared shirt I put on my blazer, my navy blue blazer with the golden buttons and the embroidered school crest. As you've probably figured out our school colours are blue and gold.

I take out my pink ribbon from the breast pocket of my blazer and tie it around my ponytail. I look at myself one more time in the full body mirror behind the closet door. My uniform isn't by the regulation and rules. The flower-printed shoes, the pink ribbon, the rolled up blazer sleeves and the un-tucked shirt is far from perfect according to the 'Canburry Uniform Rules.'

I shrug, as if to tell myself; Who cares? And walk out of the dormitory and down to the dining room. On my way I bump into Logan Pearson, I take a moment to take in his presence. He just took a shower, so he smelled so clean and nice, and his curly black hair was still a little wet. His light-blue eyes, not unlike mine, look at me.

He smiles.

'Oh, there you are.' He says, he's wearing the boy's Canburry uniform, grey trousers, white collared shirt and the same blazer.

The only difference is between our uniforms, is he wears his with pride, and his shirt is even tucked in. Whereas mine is slightly over-used, and kind-of torn in places.

'You ran off so quickly yesterday.' He says, taking my breath away.

'Haha, yeah. Ms. Harper.' I shrug, smiling back.

From behind him I can see Jake, wearing the same uniform as Logan's, except his is sort-of loose on his body. He smile as he sees me, then his smile fades into some sort-of weird, borderline angry face as he takes a glance at Jake.

'Hey Jake.' I wave towards him.

'Alice.' He nods towards me as he stares icily at Logan.

I notice that Logan has the same icy look towards Jake. They death stare at each other for a moment.

Then Logan smirks at Jake, then turns towards me.

'I'll see you later Harper.' He then walks off towards the big open doors of the bustling dining room.

'What was that all about?' I say to Jake, confused.

'He doesn't think fencing is a sport.' He says bluntly. Still death staring Logan's back.

'He says it's just like ballet except with an aluminium sword. He doesn't know anything.'

I struggle to hold back a laugh, looking at Jake's face and how serious he was about this, I just couldn't hold it in.

He looks at me, with a raised eyebrow as I rock back and forth laughing uncontrollably

'What?' He asks.

'Are you serious?' I say through bursts of laughter.

'He's probably just kidding. Jake, don't let it get to you.' I sigh, a smile still on my face.

Jake was kind of cute that way, he'd get so serious about the silliest things.

He smiles back at me.

'Whatever, I still don't like him. He's got too much of a big ego.'

'What do you expect Jake? He's a jock. It happens. Now c'mon lets have breakfast.'

'I got your breakfast.' Jake says, fiddling around in his pocket.

'What?' I ask confused.

'Here. It's your favourite, it's a Tuesday remember? Chocolate for breakfast day?' He says with a little teasing smirk.

He pulls out my favourite chocolate, a round, golden wrapped ball. A Ferero Rocher. I take the chocolate from his hand and stare at it in awe. I love this chocolate, and we're not allowed chocolate at this school so how he got it, I have no idea but I don't care. I tackle him into a hug.

'Aaahh! Jake I love you! You're amazing!'

I let go of him and quickly start opening the little golden ball and shoving it in my mouth.

He's blushing again, he coughs awkwardly and gives me a goofy smile.

'Where's yours?' I ask, my cheek bludging.

'I'm lactose intolerant, remember?'

'Oh yeah, I remember.' I say, linking my arm with his, his face blushing an even darker shade of red. Why does he always do that?

We walk towards, the dining room doors.

'I remember when I made you coffee and said that it was an espresso, when it was actually a latte. Yeah, that was a bad day.' I say, stifling a laugh.

'Yeah, I don't know why you did that.' He says, laughing.

'I thought you were lying.' I shrug as we walk through the doors.

Inside, is the hustle and bustle of all 3,000 school students. The room is big, to one side is a big buffet-style area, where all the food is laid out. Then the rest of the space is pre-occupied by benches and tables. I look around the room, stretching my neck to find a place where we can sit. I can't see anything but a sea of navy blue blazers.

'Hey Alice look, what about over there? There's some girls waving at you.' Jake says nodding towards a brown haired girl standing on the table and waving her arms frantically towards us. There's also another red-headed girl sitting on the seat, eating from what looks like, her third bowl of cereal.

'Oh no.' I grumble. Rolling my eyes, I don't want to sit there, I really don't.

'There's nowhere else to sit.' Jake says, as if reading my mind.

'Fiiinne.' I whine, stoping towards their table in a sulky mood, pulling Jake along with me.

We sit with Melinda and Emma for the rest of breakfast, and all I can hear is Emma's chewing and Melinda's constant shrill voice ringing in my head.

I put my head down on the table and mumble grumpily to myself. I was already getting a headache from listening to Melinda talk and laugh, I hoped and wished that the day would get better. But little did I know of what other misfortunes I would encounter that day.

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